05 March 2007
A pretty face and a dirty love...
If I have Iggy and the Stooges in my head, look out.
I don't know why I feel like raising some hell, but maybe it will do some good. I look around my town and I think everyone is so complacent, they need to be rattled.
Which reminds me, yesterday we had a house viewing and it was fairly sunny out. Then there were suddenly flurries. It's sad when I think, "Oh great it's nuclear fallout". I mean where were those flurries coming from?
I'm not happy when people are so smug about everything. I think-What are they hiding?
For instance if you heard any phone conversation I have with my 79 year old mom, one would think I was smug. I just lie and pretend everything is fine. I have to. She's conditioned that way. If she hears anything remotely stressful it puts her in a tailspin. Sometimes it really depresses me I can't have a normal relationship with her, but most days I just carry on and know it's all for the best. God will forgive me because I'm sparing my mom.